*A/n Hey guys, happy Thursday! I wanted to make a few points that I will be posting new fics every Monday and Friday, although they will be different ships and stuff. Also, I am planning on continuing this soon, and updating possibly every Friday for this phanfic? Let me know what you think, I haven't written many fics for this ship but I hope it sounds like them. And this is purely fictional so pls don't sue me.

Set the night Dan and Phil won their oscar...

Dan's POV

Warning: mild swearing.

Phil honestly looked like a freaking zombie when I walked into our flat, like seriously. He had the living room almost completely dark and as I glanced at him, I tripped over literally nothing. I couldn't help looking at him, okay? The light of the television flickered on his exhausted cheeks enough to make me feel his tiredness, too, so I steadied myself and joined him in his late night escapades of mindlessly watching television in hopes of sleeping a bit. I soon realized, though... Phil was watching the Oscars.

I was probably grinning like a crazy two year old or something to be honest, and after sitting next to Phil, he kind of seemed to come to life a little bit... and he looked at me.

We stared at each other for a while, feeling the excitement build around us. Phil couldn't even keep still, and I had to place my hand on his knee to get him to calm down. I didn't blame him though, I mean, winning an oscar in a movie we were in would be pretty sweet...

Phil struck a nerve in me though, when he shifted on the couch and I heard a rustling. My head snapped to the side to see a box of my cereal mushed between his led and the couch and I meant to snatch it from him, but he smiled so innocently, his electric blue eyes were dancing in mischief, and I just said fuck it.

Apparently I must have looked like I was about to scold the hell out of him because he raised his hand. I thought he was doing this in defense, but no, he actually brought his hand to cup my cheek and got really close to my face before gently pushing my head so I was looking at the television, where an American lady with big hair stoof professionally behind a brown podium.

The anticipation grew inside of me even more when I saw her, and rapidly, too. Beside me, Phil dropped his hand slowly and lifted his legs to sit cross legged, proceeding to absentmindedly graze his toe across my knee. I swatted at his foot blindly and laughed.

"Not now, Phil!" I feigned annoyance and leaned foward in my own little trance. I could feel Phil watching my reaction closely, and couldn't figure out why he seemed to be getting closer to me...

Then, the lady said it. She announced the movie title proudly, and we'd realized we'd done it. We'd actually won an oscar! (Nevermind the fact that it technically wasn't even ours) and I clapped loudly, raving like a madman.

Of course Phil would be all hella quiet next to me except for his soft giggles. I grabbed his shoulders firmly when I noticed to shake the hell out of him.

"PHIL! Phil, do you know whAT THIS MEANS?!" he placed a hand dizzily on my arm to get me to stop torturing him and chuckled brightly.

"Stop Dan, you're making me dizzy." I ignored his whines until he seemed to groan in defeat and jumped up, pulling him off the couch. Phil wobbled as he stood, cereal flying fucking everywhere, and basically flung himself in my arms. Yeah.

As I held him, though, I continued to jump around and ignore the warm feeling his touch gave me; shouting and smiling and eventually falling to the floor in a sweaty mess minutes later, because, you know, excersize...

Anyway, from the floor I looked up at Phil who was still standing and smiled softly. "Phil," I whispered in awe. "I can't believe we did it."

I didn't care how breathless I was. I didn't mind crying happy tears in front of him. Much like mine, his happiness radiated off him and I gradually fell into an overwhelming feeling with my best friend, something far beyond comfort, and I was so fucking proud of both of us. We did this together. I loved it. I loved it so much that when I stood I hugged him, hugged him tightly and didn't let go for a solid five minutes or so.

HIs breath was soft and slow against my skin. With my face burried in his neck, I let all the pride I held for him spill out and I could hear him trying to choke back tears so I just kept going and I was happy.

Suddenly, he was saying my name. It came out as more of a question kind of, in the middle of my sentence, too, and I was nervous because he almost sounded scared.

"Yeah?" I slowly rubbed my hands down his back, squeezing him lightly.

"I love you."

...And at the time, I couldn't see any deeper than the surface of his words, though I knew I loved hearing him say them like that. It turns out, over the next few weeks he was actually going to show me exactly what he meant.